Even the Taoist monks had to kneel down when they came, let alone these mortals.
But Xuanyu controlled it extremely well and did not hurt them.
Otherwise, they who have no cultivation will be directly crushed into blood mist under the pressure.
"No need, no need!"
These people, headed by the monarch, spoke repeatedly, begging Xuan Yu for forgiveness.
Under this huge pressure, it was very difficult for them to even breathe.
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but want to slap himself several times.
Just now, I was only focused on fawning over Fan Jian, but I forgot how powerful the young man who could easily kill Fan Jian was.
But he didn't think Xuanyu could compare with Tianjian Sect.
In fact, in these years, Tianjian Sect has been weighing heavily on the hearts of everyone in this dynasty like a big mountain.
They don't know Xuanyu's strength, but they know the dominance of Tianjian Sect!
Xuan Yu glanced lightly at the people on the ground who were nodding like a group of pugs.
He no longer wanted to play with them.
Then he waved his hand, dissipating his own pressure.
The people of the dynasty were relieved and stood up tremblingly.
"Well done, well done!"
"Thank you, Master, for killing Fan Jian for us!"
"In fact, I have been unhappy with him for a long time."
Zhao Wuji looked at Xuan Yu with a flattering look on his face.
There is no trace of the arrogant questioning before.
"Sir, please leave quickly!"
A general outside the palace gate stepped forward and bowed his hand to Xuan Yu.
"Several elders from the outer sect of Tianjian Sect are nearby. Young Master, you'd better leave quickly!"
Xuanyu didn't react much when he heard this, but just stared at the rippled space.
"Already here!"
In the void, several old men in black robes slowly walked out.
The leader of the old man glanced around and finally rested his eyes on Xuan Yu.
The moment he saw Xuan Yu, he was slightly shocked.
The temperament of the young man in front of him was really too otherworldly.
But he quickly realized that the aura shown by the other party just now was just a cultivation of the God Realm.
And he has reached the realm of Taoism!
"what happened?"
Zhao Wuji heard Fan Jian's inquiry and hurried forward.
"Elder Fan, it's him!"
As he spoke, he pointed his hand at Xuan Yu.
"He was the one who killed Mr. Fan Jian!"
The sad look on his face was as if his son had passed away.
"Yes, is that so?"
The leading old man scanned the people around him one by one.
"Yes, yes, he was the one who killed Mr. Fan!"
All the ministers nodded repeatedly, fearing that the old man would be unhappy if they spoke too slowly.
The faces of the generals on the side were a little ugly, but they noticed Zhao Wuji's fierce gaze and didn't say anything more.
Xuan Yu just watched the performance of this group of people quietly, frowning slightly.
These people change their faces really fast.
Just now I wanted to kill Fan Jian quickly, but now...
hehe!
"Did you kill Jian'er?"
After Fan Jian figured out the situation, he also looked at Xuan Yu.
"Fan Jian, I killed him!"
"I killed Fan Jian too!"
Xuanyu's tone was calm, neither urgent nor slow.
"What?"
Master Jianzi was also killed by the person in front of him?
Fan Jian was not only not too panicked when he heard this, he was even slightly excited.
Not long ago, Fan Jian's destiny card was shattered, and many senior officials, led by the great elder, went out to look for it, trying to figure out who did it.
But now, Xuan Yu appeared in front of him and admitted it openly.
“It takes no effort at all!”
If Xuan Yu is really the murderer, then he has made a great contribution.
Not to mention elixirs and holy medicines, at least he can be named a core elder and his salary will be increased several times.
Thinking of this, his heart felt hot, and he couldn't help but look at Xuan Yu with more and more joy.
What kind of enemy is this? This is his money-giving boy!
But as an elder of the Tianjian Sect, you still have to be polite!
"Are you seeking death if you dare to kill someone from my Tianjian Sect?"
"Get it for me!"
As his words fell, the three old men behind him moved.
The speed is extremely fast, leaving behind waves of afterimages.
In just a moment, he arrived in front of Xuan Yu.
Seeing Xuan Yu being surrounded by the three elders, Fan Jian had a smile on his face and seemed to have seen the ending.
These three elders have all reached the peak of the gods, and they even have the art of combined attack.
Even he had to waste some effort to deal with these three elders, and the other boy, who was in the realm of gods, had to be easily captured.
Princess Qingluan on the side looked at the besieged Xuanyu with a look of gloating.
"Deserve it!"
"It's better to be dead."
Xuan Yu killed her beloved, so she naturally hoped that the other person would die under this blow.
The surrounding officials also shook their heads secretly, obviously not thinking that Xuan Yu was a match for the three old men.
After all, in their perception, the older you are, the stronger you are!
boom!
The sound of collision came.
The sound waves stirred up puffs of dust and smoke.
The sound from the collision was so loud that it was just the aftermath. Zhao Wuji and others who were about to see Xuan Yu's joke flew directly dozens of meters away.
"Fuck, I should have known I wouldn't have watched the show!"
As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer!
That's probably it.
The scene that everyone expected did not appear.
Instead, the three elders of the Tianjian Sect seemed to be bombarded by a peerless imperial weapon, and flew directly backwards, not knowing whether they were alive or dead!
Fan Jian's face was a little stunned, but he quickly reacted.
If you can defeat three people in the face, so what.
He is a genuine Taoist realm, is it possible that the other party can cross the border and defeat him?
Thinking about it, he also stood up and prepared to take action.
But at that moment, several wind blades flew out of the smoke.
The sharpness and speed seemed to be able to cut through time.
And these wind blades were pressing hard against Fan Jian's throat.
With just one touch, Fan Jian was able to meet the founder of their Sword Sect.
"Sir, if you have something to say, please tell me!"
“Say it carefully if you have something to say!”
Fan Jian sounded anxious, fearing that the wind blade would pierce through him in the next second.
The scene that happened was nothing more than a flash of lightning.
Before everyone could recover from the sight of the three old men flying backwards, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
"Is this young man so strong?"
"Even the elders of Tianjian Sect are no match!"
Seeing this scene, Zhao Wuji, as the king, was the first to react.
He rubbed his hands and put on a flattering smile again.
"Sir, I was just joking..."
The ministers beside him also spoke one after another, as if they were not the ones who looked at each other with evil faces just now.
When Xuan Yu heard this, he couldn't help but feel that these people were really disgusting.
It just made him sick.
But the speed of this change is worth mentioning.
Xuan Yu did not go to see Zhao Wuji, nor did he go to see Fan Jian.
He looked at the general who had just kindly persuaded him to leave.
"what's your name?"
"My surname is Ying, Ying Zheng!" The general in battle armor spoke quickly.
With a look of fanaticism on his face, the person in front of him is a real strong man.
If he wins right, he will worship the strong!
Xuan Yu was stunned when he heard this, but quickly reacted.
It must be a coincidence.
"How many soldiers do you have under your command?" Xuan Yu asked for no reason.
"Sir, it's about three hundred thousand!" Ying Zheng replied.
"Three hundred thousand?"
"You still won't resist three hundred thousand?"
Ying Zheng was also stunned by Xuan Yu's words.
Zhao Wuji on the side was trembling slightly, as if he had a bad premonition.
"Be brave."
"Kill him and you will be the new king!"
Yingzheng reacted and his eyes changed quickly.
After thinking for more than ten seconds, he seemed to have made up his mind.
Then, with Xuan Yu's affirmative eyes, he picked up the knife and headed towards Zhao Wuji.
